My Boyfriend's Basement is the story of a girl, who met a boy, and now spends a great deal of her time hanging around in his basement with him and his friends. Really, that's most of the story, right there. Occasionally they go to the bar, or the steakhouse, or the sushi joint in the neighboring city. They're normal, everyday nerds who do normal, everyday nerd-things. Hilarity, for some reason, ensues.
Tristan and Tori met at the birthday party of a mutual friend. Tori had been considering leaving the party since she was the only one sober (being unable to drink due to a regimine of prescription painkillers) when a rather handsome young man availed himself of the barstool next to her. The rest of the story has to do with the ruination of diets and a plate of cookies.
In any case, there was a whirlwind romance which consisted of the two acting like jittery, cracked-out squirrels around each other, with a fair amount of meddling from Tori's friend and sorority sister, Terri. One thing lead to another, and the two started dating exclusively.
Tristan owns a house. It has a basement. Funny things happen there.
